''Peter will you bog off?'' a young girl huffed from her bed, thumping her book down on the mattress with an almighty thud. ''I mean it this time!'' She called down the hallway.
There were six people in the Pevensie household built for four. Helen Pevensie was the mother of the house with four children of her own to look after. Peter was the eldest at 16, his hair was a sandy blonde and shared a slight resemblance to his younger sister, Lucy.
Then there was Susan, the young determined teenager who had an opinion on everything and liked to make herself heard, but preferred her own company to anybody else, much like Edmund who shared the same looks as his sister - black hair and green eyes.
The siblings couldn't look any different, but so similar at the same time.
In all of this mess, there was another 16 year old. A girl. Her name was Bonnie, and though she wasn't of blood relation, Helen cared for her as if she were her own.
Bonnie's mum had died when she fell ill a couple of years ago and like the Pevensies, her father went away to war and hadn't been heard of since.
Though she tried not to show it, everybody could tell that it had hurt her more than she let on.
She was quite a pretty young thing. Her skin was as pale as ice but contrasted nicely with her sea-blue eyes and pale blonde hair that had fell across her shoulders in slight waves.
But of course to some people she would just look plain; no real beauty. To the Pevensies, she was Bonnie - the shy and introverted young girl that they had grown to love.
Of course, they didn't all get along - being the oldest, Peter and Bonnie quite often had their arguments and didn't speak to each other for days and fought for longer than they were friends in the first place.
Though she was quite close with Susan and Lucy, them being girls, she shared a special bond with Edmund, the second youngest. Mostly because she felt like they were very similar in many ways, and she felt like she could relate to him. She was the only person he really opened up to.
''Bonnie, Lucy is sleeping will you try and be quiet?'' Helen huffed from the bottom of the stairs, making the young girl cringe slightly and whisper a response. ''Sorry Ma!''
Bonnie sighed and pulled her dressing gown around her body tighter, feeling the cold a little more as it blew in through the opened window.
Though she had not been in bed for more than five minutes, she was startled awake by a loud siren.
She groaned and rolled her eyes, putting on her shoes as quickly as she could - whilst at the same time grabbing a flash light and a couple of books from her side table and rushing into the hallway.
''Bonnie!'' She turned around to see a frantic Peter. ''Check on mum, make sure she's okay. I'll get Ed and the girls just go!'' she was ushered down the stairs. Following orders she ran to Helen in the Kitchen and grabbed everything that was necessary.
She fumbled with the door keys, hands shaking widely.
Just as she flung the door open she managed to make a run for the shelter at the end of the garden with Helen, Susan, Lucy and Peter in tow.
Peter noticed that there was one missing and groaned to himself. ''Go, Ill get him!''
The girls were huddled in the bottom of the garden, Helen and Lucy crying whilst Susan and Bonnie tried to console them, glancing out of the door to check for their two siblings.
Just as Peter and Edmund were about to leave the house, a bomb had fallen a couple of miles away, the radiation blowing out all the windows on the right side causing Bonnie to flinch and Helen to cry a little more.
A few moments passed and Edmund was shoved into the Air-Raid Shelter by an angry, grief-stricken older brother. ''Why can't you just think of anybody but yourself? You're so selfish, you could've got us killed-!''
''Peter, stop it'' his mother cut in, glaring. He slammed the door shut and sat down next to a very quiet Bonnie that was trying to console Lucy.
He glanced at her and put his arm around her shoulders, feeling her lean into him.
Things were about to get very different for the five children of Finchley - London, England.